Hiding snacks in the hairy underside of his chin wasn't uncommon. Burritos, snack cakes, various shell fish, fruit, squeeze cheese, chips and salsa...the list goes on. We could spend all night talking about it, but would it do us any good? Maybe. But we'll assume that it wouldn't. We weren't sure what "2" was, but we think it had to do with the number of beers and hour or something. Maybe it had to do with the number of years he was going to keep the beard. Only he knows.
I have always admired your beard and am constantly thankful for your involvement in the Whiskerino. That beast upon your face is.. well.. it's a beast!
I enjoyed chatting you up at the Throwdown and will continue to silently keep up with you via Twitter and other such internet activities.
